He couldn’t help any of it. Biology simply took over, his cock heating up, lengthening, wanting to penetrate into her clutching depths. If she was close, his body sought what it needed, wanted, and craved.
“I could touch your body forever. Every part of you is delicious and so very fine…” he whispered up at her.
She stared down at him, focusing in on his lips. Impulsively, he told her, “Kiss me.”
Gina’s lips parted before dropping down to join his. He could see the white of her teeth as her mouth opened. The soft brush of her tongue pushing out and into him was another jolt to the raging thing between his hips. She swirled around his tongue and over his teeth and then sucked on his bottom lip, just the way he’d done to her last night. His bride was a fast learner. Jeremy let her explore with him, thrilled with her gentle attempts at discovery.
“Your lips are softer now that you’ve shaved, but I like your scruffy beard shadow as well. Makes you look rugged and mysterious.”
“Do you?”
“Oh yes.”
“And here I thought I should please you by being all smooth and civilized for you at our wedding.”
“Civilized or rugged, you please me.”
“What a lucky, lucky man am I!” he told her, and believing every word.
She just looked down at him, a half-smile on her face, her topaz eyes warming him, making his heart swell with possessiveness and something else. Love? How was such sentiment even possible for him? Jeremy had lived for years, detached and unemotional in his dealings with scores of women. And now? Not anymore. With Gina he felt nothing but attached and emotional, wanting only to show her how very important she was to him. How could he have transformed so completely and so quickly? Jeremy didn’t even miss all the empty, rough sex he’d had before. It was nothing to him now. Not after last night. But the intimacy with Gina had sure meant something. He could only describe making love with her as special and precious. Jeremy realized that sex with a person he cared for made it fulfilling, and this was a completely new experience to him.
“What would you like to do today?” he blurted.
Her eyes flickered as she looked away shyly.
“Tell me.”
She tried to move off, but he snagged his hands onto her bottom to keep her securely on top of him. “Are you shy now?” he whispered. He tickled her side a little. “After last night?” He rolled them over so he now had her trapped below him. Nuzzling her neck and lower to her breasts, he licked slow circles around the centers until she arched into his tongue, an erotic moan tumbling out of her. The sound that came from her throat so dripped of sex he felt himself punch out a hard erection on her thigh. What a surprise!
“Don’t be shy with me, Gina. You need only ask,” he purred, sure she wanted more from him, more of his cock, more orgasms. “I can make you find heaven again.” He ground his hips downward. “Do you want me to teach you…other ways we can be together?”
Jeremy could do all of that for her and would be happy to be of service. In fact, the idea of leaving the bed, leaving her body right now was an unbearable notion.
“Maybe later?”
“What?” Did he hear correctly? Did she say “later” to the sex?
“I—I thought I’d have a bath…and maybe some tea?” She lifted her lashes, her eyes hopeful.
He felt his cock wither, and the guilt took over from there. “Shit! Aw, pardon the language. Of course! You must need some privacy, and food, for God’s sake!” His shoulders fell. “Gina, I am a beast, and I apologize. I don’t know anything about being married. I’m an insensible lout who can’t keep away from you for a—” He shut off the lunatic babbling coming from his mouth and leapt off of her and out of the bed. He grabbed his robe and shoved his body into it.
His back was to her. Gina was still lying like a goddess in that bed, and he was afraid to turn around and see her face. Afraid of what she must think of him. What a “prize” she had won. Lucky her! A rutting ape for a husband who could think of nothing but sticking his cock into her while she suffered of hunger and thirst. And with a past like hers! God! A knife would be a useful tool right about now…for slicing off his traitorous balls.
“Jeremy?” Her voice called to him, soft and gentle.
“Hmmm?” Still with his back to her. Still afraid to look.
“Turn around and look at me.” Her voice was firm.
He obeyed, but he didn’t want to. He turned his neck and looked over his shoulder, wishing instead he could run out the door and board a ship bound for the nearest penal colony.
The sight that met his eyes was lovely though. Gina had sat up in the bed and now leaned against the headboard. The sheet was pulled over her splendid breasts, flattening them somewhat, and held in place with her arm. Dark-blonde waves settled over her shoulders, and her lips were all puffy from being kissed for hours.
She was the epitome of sensual beauty. A woman fresh from a night of slippery sex and numbing pleasure, looking well ridden and fulfilled but still as alluring as if she were an untouched maiden. And she was smiling at him. And crooking her finger. And calling him over to her!
Again, he obeyed, some small part of his brain shocked at how easily she commanded him, but knowing he couldn’t or wouldn’t do anything else. He stopped at the edge of the bed, awaiting whatever she had for him.
Gina patted the mattress next to her, still smiling that unruffled grin of hers that he recognized as her signature expression.